Xiang Zhilan looked down at the women's slippers, then at the men's slippers that matched them on his feet, and curled her lips. How come he seemed to be so sure she would come into this house that he even prepared slippers for her?
She didn't want to wear the same outfit. Besides, she was already wearing slippers. So what if they were outdoor slippers? If you don't want her to get them dirty, then don't drag her in. Humph.
As Xiang Zhilan thought this, she ignored the pair of couple's slippers and walked straight in.
Seeing this, Shen Muzhi put away his slippers and said, "Please sit down for a moment."
He went into the kitchen, sat down on the light gray fabric sofa, and looked around.
This house is indeed in Shen Mu's usual style: gloomy, monotonous, and dull, far less cozy than her little home. Moreover, judging from the empty upstairs, he clearly hasn't made use of the duplex.
On the black glass coffee table, there was still the watermelon she had brought, still wrapped in plastic wrap; he hadn't started eating it yet.
She pursed her lips, a little tempted. It was all her fault for bringing him watermelon; now she was locked out.
However, there was a burnt smell in Shen Muzhi's room; she could smell it as soon as she entered.
Xiang Zhilan felt something was off. She stood up, walked out of the kitchen, and saw that Shen Muzhi was facing away from her. The sink and countertop were covered with pots and pans, all of which were a dark, murky mess.
Is this a failed attempt at cooking?
Xiang Zhilan pursed her lips, feeling a little incredulous. Could it be that Shen Muzhi had practiced making the food for her today?
Could it be that he's been practicing cooking every day ever since she humiliated him that time?
She could hardly believe her own guess, so she turned around and quickly walked back to the sofa to sit down.
After a while, Shen Muzhi came out with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and placed it in front of Xiang Zhilan.
Xiang Zhilan looked at the band-aid on his hand, and then thought of the pile of things in the kitchen. She pursed her lips, pulled his hand over, and removed one band-aid. She saw that it was a cut from a knife. She removed another one, and it was the same. She removed another one, and it was a blister burn that had been popped. It was probably not popped properly, and pus and blood were flowing out together.
She bit her lower lip and released Shen Muzhi's hand.
That bastard, it must be another ploy, he did it on purpose, she won't fall for it! Don't think he'll move her like that, she's not one of those stupid women, there are plenty of men willing to do this for her, does he think he's so great just because he did it!
"Shen Muzhi, do you think I'll trust you again after you do all this? Don't be naive. Go back now. This place isn't suitable for a young master like you. No matter what you do, it won't matter, and I'll never like you," Xiang Zhilan said coldly, her face taut.
"I never thought that way. I just did what I was supposed to do." Shen Muzhi stood up, took the band-aid back, and said calmly, "Taking care of you and the child is my responsibility. I just didn't want the servants to be unable to take care of you without a chef."
"Whatever, I won't be moved by your little tricks." Xiang Zhilan said, feeling a little sore in her nose. She picked up the orange juice, concealing the change in her voice, and took a sip.
Shen Muzhi didn't say anything, walked to the kitchen, and took out a small spoon.
He sat down next to Xiang Zhilan, picked up the small half of the watermelon, and peeled off the plastic wrap.
Xiang Zhilan glanced at the watermelon in his hand, remembering that her half was still in her kitchen, untouched and covered with plastic wrap, probably about to wilt.
Therefore, she became even more envious of the one in Shen Mu's hand, especially since it originally belonged to her.
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